Fire an old topic of mine. Thinking on it memories of fire walking comes back to mind. A good metaphor for so many things and not being in the best of moods, I thought I would run with it.

Fire Walkers

A grey sea of splintered crackers
watches the wind tug at the blankets ends.

The foundry is not dry.
Red eyes brood glow like half sleepy dragons under sand

Wait for the fire walkers to trip, tumble and
fall

greet them with incisors drawn
ready to pick at their bones.